50 Lyrics

Bae say she too high

I been gone a minute but I look back it's like it flew by

Hate I hate to learn my lesson the hard way

They do lie

I keep getting in my feelings fuck that ion want no dealings

Talk to the mic and I tell em record

The streets is a beast and I already know it

They killed my lil brudda hit me to the core

I started wit nothing but now I got more

Pull up in sum different

Knowing you a groupie boy you really not my nigga

When I think bout what you sent me boy that shit don't add to 50

Tat yo name on my skin

Give me the drop we spin

Kept it stack cant bend

Cant go like that

Won't fold like that

I say I'm already dead so I cant die no more, wont cry no more

They told me my brudda died I tried to OD it's like I still see ghost

You ever stabbed a nigga in his shit cause he was acting heavy

And my daughter asked me what happened to me first time she seen my belly

Thug life 2Pac on me 2Glock on me like Makaveli

Rug life started from the bottom so you know how I'm stepping

Hit that boy inna face wit a brick aye wea my money

Ion wanna talk don't want no dealing it ain't bout money

Ian pulled up on bro yet nigga you know it's all love

Ain't gotta do nun but look at a nigga you knowing it's up

Ian got no balance I got bullet holes all in my body

Niggas got ill-intentions and I feel it so ion want dem round me

Had to catch a cell wit a nigga, locked up in the county

And it ain't no hell that ima hit her after that hoe doubted

Pride to the side I'm knowing I was wrong there

They say Ima red eye-they say I'm the fucking Devil

They don't know I done changed bitch Ian the same but I'm still hot as ever

See I'm focused on transparency, money and longevity

For real when I say dem 4 syllable words a muthafucka be acting like they lost or something

a nigga mind elevated foreal

they say I'm crazy tho

I gotta stay focused

Can't give no bitch my heart again she'll fuck my homie

Everybody gone say they love you back but that shit bogus

Same niggas gone hate when a nigga get cake spend a check on trophies

My baby mama she ran a skit on me

She was just picture painting

Now it's to late to close the gate cause she got two of my babies

My mama say get out the streets cause I'm on two probations

My brudda he died on that front porch because they knew locations

Ion wanna shake hands wit nun of you niggas cause only God can save me

My rod ain't got no safety

Gotta make sure I make it there safely

And when he clear your vision and you see different it ain't no need to fake it

Ion wanna be dead ill go back to the Feds for a fuck nigga think Imma lady

I succumb to the hate and it made it great and they say Ian far from amazing

I want nun but some money don't get in my way cause I'm treating the smoke like vapor

I was sending you bread when I was in prison but they say love is fatal

I feel it in my heart that I can't trust nobody

Bae say she too high

I been gone a minute but I look back it's like it flew by

Hate I hate to learn my lesson the hard way,

They do lie

I keep getting in my feelings…..fuck that ion want no dealings

Talk to the mic and I tell em record

The streets is a beast and I already know it

They killed my lil brudda hit me to the core

I started wit nothing but now I got more

Pull up in sum different

Knowing you a groupie boy you really not my nigga

When I think bout what you sent me boy that shit don't add to 50